MOOD SWINGS

 

Stuck on ABC, DEF is a mirage, executing the plan the easy way, is marred with traps . 

 Stay at ABC, and waste time or take the long road.

With every fibre of your being seeking to do right. The options are frivolous. The conditions gear you to ultimately fall. 

Programmed to fail,  tired of trying, prayers are worn out. Full of potential, yet burnt out. 

Stuck at ABC with no help in sight.

I wouldn't choose me, if I were you.

Locks broken! Stepping out.

Gazing at a ray of hope shining through.

Like diving out of a dark cave, to catch a breath.

Trying to smile, DEF looks possible. 

Hope propelling you, plans are set in motion..

Gathering momentum, better now than never.

Relentless, let's do this. 

I would choose me, if I were you. 

WRITTEN BY: DAPHNE ADDISON.